06x04 - Dial a Deadly Number

[bunniefuu]

(soft, ominous music)

(knocking)

- Helen!

I have to talk to you.

Helen?

(dramatic music)

(woman shrieking)

- Oh!

Oh!

(dramatic, ominous music)

- Hi.

How'd it go?

It didn't go.

- You have to be an
equity member.

A small time, out of town
show and you got to be equity.

They need an American
for the part,

I mean it was
tailor-made for me.

- Now what?

- I'll think of something.

- Uh uh.

You're not hocking that.

- Oh come on Tim.

- This is my apartment, and
that is my record player.

- Okay, well in that case.

I'm into you for
another loan alright?

- On what collateral?

- My future successes.

- You were saying that
three months ago.

Why don't you go home Dave?

- No, I'm not going home yet.

Listen Tim, when I
left for Europe

they threw me a send-off
at the station.

I mean it was big, they
even had a five-piece band.

Well it was a very small town.

Besides, I don't have
the fare, unless you--

- I'm sorry.

What will you do?

- I'll survive.

Look, I bluffed my way
across half of Europe.

I'll survive.

Something will turn up.

(gasping)

(shrieking)

(ominous music)

- Betty.

This is Helen, Helen Curry.

Yes, I'm fine.

I'm sorry to call you so late.

Do you remember telling
me about that analyst,

the man who helped your
mother so much?

No, no, it's not for me.

A friend was asking
and I remembered that--

- Ever thought that you
might be getting

a bit long in the tooth.

- Oh yeah, lots of times.

Especially in the morning
after I've tied one on

the night before.

- I know I mean this boy
actor, this matinee idol bit.

Look it's not my business Dave,
but I...

I would have thought if
you hadn't made it

before you're 30,
you're not going to.

- You're right.

It's none of your business.

- No, your right Tim.

You're right on both counts.

I should be setting my sights
on something more solid.

Given a teeny amount of
capital upfront Tim I think--

- I'm sorry, no more loans!

- Well there's always
Susie isn't there?

Hmm.

I think I can con a few
more pennies out of Susie.

- Look Susie is a nice girl.

- Yeah, but her dad's nicer.

Old dad's got the money.

- I don't like what
you're doing to her.

- Aw come on!

Come on I flatter her don't I?

I put on a tuxedo--

- My tuxedo.

- Alright, your tuxedo.

I squire her around town.

I'm attentive, I'm admiring.

Hmm, I ply her with witty
and sparkling conversation.

- And always let her
pick up the tab.

You're a louse.

- Only when I'm flat broke Tim.

- Which is always.

- Yeah, but you're forgetting--

(phone ringing)

Hello.

- [Helen] Dr. Porton.

- What?

- Dr. Porton.

You don't know me, but my
name is Curry, Helen Curry.

I wouldn't call you so late,
but this is very urgent.

- Now, now, just a minute I--

- [Helen] Dr. Porton
you've got to help me.

I think I'm going
out of my mind.

These dreams, these
terrible dreams.

I had this knife and
there's blood.

Dr. Porton I'm going to
k*ll someone.

I just know that if you
don't help me

I'm going to k*ll someone.

- Hey look.

If you're going to
k*ll somebody,

I think you better
call the police.

- Please, you must
see me tonight!

I could come to you.

I'm not very far out of town,
perhaps you could come here.

- Look lady, you're
making a big mistake.

I'm not Doctor--

- [Helen] Oh please I beg you!

If it's money, I don't
care what it costs.

I'll pay anything, anything!

Will you please help?

- What is all this?

- Now, just hold on.

Hold on a minute.

Mrs. Curry is it?

- [Helen] Miss.

Miss Helen Curry.

- Alright Miss Curry.

You require an
immediate consultation?

- [Helen] Yes.

Yes.

- I see, you're well
aware of what my fees run?

- Oh come on Dave!

- Shh.

And that, well under these
exceptional circumstances

I might have to charge
double, or maybe even triple.

- [Helen] I don't care.

Anything, only please help me.

- Very well Miss Curry.

I don't usually do this but yes.

Yes, I'll see you tonight.

- [Helen] Oh thank God.

Should I come to you?

- No, no, I'll come to you.

What's the address.

- Now, now come--

- Will you shut up.

Now Miss Curry?

- [Helen] Five Willows,
Steppingleigh.

Big house just outside town.

You can't miss it.

- Fine.

I'll see you as soon as I can.

- [Tim] What is going on?

- She must have misdialed.

That's it, she must
have misdialed.

- Dave!

- Porton.

Porton.

Porton, Porton.

Dr. Porton, psychiatrist.

Here look.

Look I was right.

You see his number's two, two,
one, five.

Ours is six.

She just dialed one digit wrong.

Boy I said something
would turn up and it did.

- Dave, will you please
tell me what is going on!

- Well a poor, neurotic
girl needs some help Timmo.

A poor, neurotic,
very rich girl.

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell rings)

- Miss Curry.

- Dr. Porton?

- Yes.

- Please come in.

- Thank you.

You are uptight aren't you.

- It's these dreams, nightmares!

- I want to hear all about it.

That's, that's why I'm here.

But, not in the hallway huh?

- I'm sorry.

In here.

- Alright.

Nice house you have here.

Very big...

and expensive.

- Then I'm at the top
of the stairs.

There's a knife in my hand.

There's blood and I'm screaming.

I'm scream...

And then I wake up.

- Hmmm.

- You can help me, can't you Dr.
Porton?

- Yes.

Yes of course.

Tell me how long have you
been having these dreams?

- Three, maybe four weeks.

- Uh huh.

And the man you k*ll, or
the man you think you k*ll.

Who is he?

- I don't know.

I never saw him before.

- Hmm.

- I'm losing my mind aren't I.

I'm going--

- Well.

Miss Curry, you certainly
are very disturbed

and you most certainly
do need help.

My help.

But as far as losing your mind.

- Then you will help me!

- Yes, of course I will.

I'll try and devote as
much time as I can to you.

We'll have to arrange
for a series of sessions.

You got my number.

- Yes.

- Let me see.

Ah, that's my office number.

You know it's just lucky I
happened to be in tonight

otherwise my secretary
would have put you off

with an appointment for
a couple of weeks away.

Now, this is my private line.

You can reach me there anytime.

I don't see any point in
prescribing

anything at this hour.

I'll bring some sedatives along
when I come back tomorrow,

say around noon?

- Fine.

- Fine.

- I feel better already
having talked to you.

- I thought you might.

- Helen?

Oh I'm sorry, I didn't
know you had company.

- Ann.

This is Mr. Porton.

My sister Ann.

- Call me Dave.

- Hello.

- We're friends of friends.

We were just catching
up on some old times.

- Well, I'll leave
you to it then.

Night Helen.

Dave.

- Good night.

You don't want her to
know I'm a doctor.

- No.

- Well don't worry I understand.

Now Miss Curry, there is
the question of my fee.

It worked Tim.

It worked like a dream.

And all because of a dream.

Look at this.

Look at it.

Made out to cash.

And that is just a down payment.

I've hit a goldmine.

- You really went
through with it.

- Of course I went
through with it.

Listen you ought to,

hey do we have any of
those coffee sweeteners

around here somewhere.

They ought to double as
tranquilizers.

- Look Dave, this is immoral.

- Don't worry.

She can afford it and how.

- It is also ill*gal.

They could send you
to jail for it.

- Yeah, well who's
going to tell huh?

Not you.

Not you Tim, or I'll spread
you all over these walls.

- I don't want anything
to do with it.

- Come on, don't be so serious.

Listen, you know I did
her some good.

She actually said she felt
better after talking to me.

- Conning a sick girl.

- Sick, who said sick.

No, she's spoiled.

She's petulant.

She's got too much money
for her own good

and too much imagination.

(suspenseful music)

(groaning)

You have it again.

What, the same man and
you k*lled him?

- No, this time I was
cleaning up the blood.

- The blood?

- Yes, there was a lot of blood.

Stairs, walls everywhere.

Such a lot of blood.

- [Dave] I see.

But otherwise the
dreams the same?

- [Helen] More or less yes.

What does it mean?

- Helen, I'm not quite sure.

It's just a little bit
too early to tell.

You know these things take time.

- I should call the police,
the hospital.

Have myself committed.

- You can't do that Helen.

That would be...

Good morning Ann.

- Hi.

- See you later huh.

Helen, you mustn't think
of calling hospitals

or the police, not ever.

You are my patient now
and it would be, it would

be unethical for you to start
looking around somewhere else.

- It's just these dreams.

These terrible dreams, if
only I could--

- Well I'm going to fix that.

I'm going to fix that.

Here.

I want you to take four
of those a day

and they'll calm you down.

Now they're sweet.

They are awful sweet.

In fact, you might think
that's just what they are,

sweetness.

But they'll help, I promise.

Helen, you trust me don't you.

That's good.

Now no more talk of hospitals
and no more talk of police,

alright.

- What does this dream mean?

- Well we'll talk it
through again.

We'll talk it through again.

Alright.

Now you're on the stairway
and there's this man.

- A man I don't know.

A man I never saw before.

- I don't hold out many
hopes Miss Kirby.

If you reported your
brother to the police

as a missing person.

- They weren't concerned!

Not at all!

- No I suppose not.

- He's 30 something, I'd say--

- 34.

- Well, miss.

A mature able-bodied
man goes missing.

The cops tend to think
it's his business.

Doubt I'll be that concerned.

He looks very able to
take care of himself.

- But it's not like him
not to make any contact

with me at all.

- For how long?

- Nearly four weeks.

- Hmm, I don't hold
out many hopes.

- What about this Curry woman?

- Sorry?

- Well until recently he
was seeing a Miss Curry.

Look, you see, it's noted
in his diary several times.

Miss Curry, of Steppingleigh.

- That would explain it.

A man often loses his
head over a woman.

And however mature he is--

- No, I phoned her.

- [Man] And?

- Well she said she
hadn't seen him in weeks.

- But?

- Well I know it sounds
stupid and I've got no reason

for saying so, but, I
thought she was lying.

Well don't ask me why,
it's just a feeling.

Woman's intuition.

- I've been in this
business too long

to mistrust
intuition Miss Kirby.

I'll drop by there
and ask around.

- Oh thank you.

- But I'm just a
private detective.

Private against all the
police resources,

I don't hold out many hopes.

- Now my suggestion is, you
take a couple of those pills

and go on up stairs and try to
catch up on some sleep, hmm.

Helen, do you feel lighter
since you've talked it out?

Well that's fine.

That's just what I want.

Alright, now do as I say.

Then, if you like, I can
come back a little later

on this evening, hmm?

- Very kind.

You must be neglecting
your other patients.

- Helen, you are my most
important patient at the moment.

Believe me.

Off you go and get some rest.

(ominous music)

- You're a doctor, aren't you?

- Am I?

- Oh I expect you have
some agreement with Helen.

But it doesn't matter,
I can tell.

(sighing)

I'm glad.

I've been trying to
persuade her for weeks

to see someone.

Is she very ill?

- You're trying to trap
me into an admission.

- She is my sister and
I'm concerned about her.

Very concerned.

And she worries about me.

That's partly what all
this is about.

- [Dave] What do you mean?

- Paul.

Paul Kirby.

Just a man I met and brought
home a couple of times.

I'm a couple of years
older then Helen.

And she worries about me,
about not getting married.

Being left on the shelf,
you know.

So when I brought Paul home
she started to get hopeful.

She started to get involved.

Almost as though he
were her man.

- When did you last see him?

- Hmm, nearly four weeks ago.

- That's when the
nightmares started.

- What?

- Oh nothing.

You've just given me some
very useful information.

A lever.

- A lever?

- Hmm mm, to help
your sister with.

Thanks Ann, very much.

Oh and I wouldn't worry about
being left on the shelf.

No chance.

(moaning)

- No! No!

(doorbell ringing)

- Hello, anybody home?

Hello?

(banging)

Hello, who's there?

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

(gasping)

- It's transference.

This looking out for
the older sister thing,

it's called transference.

It's like wishful thinking.

You see Helen really
wanted this Paul guy.

But he was her sister's
boyfriend,

so she just told herself

she's looking out
for sister Ann.

That's on the outside.

But on the inside, she
really wanted him.

But she couldn't have
him, so, she m*rder*d him.

In her mind, in her nightmare,

she just does away with the guy.

That's my expert opinion anyway.

I wouldn't expect a mere
layman like you

to be able to grasp it though.

What's the matter Tim?

You don't seem too impressed
with my excellent analysis.

- I told you, I want
nothing to do with it.

- Yeah, but you know we're
really making progress--

- I don't want to hear about it.

- Okay.

Okay, suit yourself.

But you're missing out
on some fascinating--

- Dave!

You are now acting below
the louse level.

What you are doing is
dirty and despicable.

- But harmless Timmo.

Completely harmless.

- Ann?

Ann, I'm going to make some tea.

Would you like some.

Oh no!

Oh my god no!

(ominous music)

No!

No!

(car hooting)

- Say that's pretty
good for one horsepower.

- I know the short cuts.

(clicking)

Go on!

(laughing)

- You know you ride
like a dream.

Maybe we could go out
together some time?

- You ride?

- Do I ride?

Listen, I was practically
born in the saddle.

How about tomorrow?

Can you rustle me up a mount.

- Well, I don't know
about rustle.

They don't take too kindly
to rustlers around here.

(laughing)

- Well, whatever, I'd like that.

- Yes, I'd like that too.

(door banging)

- Why hello Helen.

You nice and rested.

You hadn't forgotten I said
I'd come back here today.

- Have to bed my horse down.

- Why don't you come down.

We'll have a drink and
talk some more huh?

Or would you rather I
come up there?

- No!

In the study.

(phone ringing)

- You're not yourself
today Helen.

You're very quiet.

Something happen, something
you want to tell me?

- No, nothing happened.

I slept this afternoon.

- And you dreamed, is that it.

- I don't know if
this was a dream.

I'm not sure.

- Well tell me about it.

Let me figure it out.

You don't want to
tell me about it.

Is that it?

Not yet anyway.

Well that's alright, it'll keep.

We're making fine progress,
you know that.

- Am I?

How do I know?

- Well because I'm telling you.

And you believe me
don't you Helen?

- Yes, I'm sorry.

- Alright.

Now then, how about your dream,
what--

(doorbell rings)

- Yes?

- Miss Curry?

May I come in please.

I'm Sally Kirby, Paul's sister.

Paul Kirby.

I believe you and he were--

- No, that was Ann.

He was Ann's friend.

I'm afraid she isn't here
at the moment.

Can I help?

- Only if you could tell
me where I could find him.

I haven't seen or heard of
Paul in four weeks Miss Curry.

I'm sure you can understand
I'm very worried.

- Well we haven't
seen Paul either.

- Not even a letter, or a call?

- No nothing.

- Forgive me, but if it
was your sister

he was involved with there's
no chance she might--

- No, she would have told me.

She shares everything with me.

I'm sorry, we can't help you.

Anyway Paul and Ann weren't
that close you understand.

They were just friends,
nothing more.

- He gave no indication
of where he was going?

A job abroad?

- No!

I've told you, we
can't help you.

- Anything I can do.

I'm sort of an advisor
to Miss Curry

so if there's anything
at all I can do.

- No, it was just a
forlorn hope.

And I shouldn't even have come
here, but I phoned Mr. O'Hara

and he didn't answer so
I thought I'd--

But I suppose you've already
been through it all with him.

- [Dave] With who?

- O'Hara.

He's the detective I've hired.

He was supposed to come
out here today.

Hasn't he turned up yet?

- Well Miss Curry's
been here all afternoon.

I'm sure if he had--

- No, nobody's called.

- Well in that case,
he's likely to turn up.

I'm sorry you're being
bothered like this

but I am very
anxious about Paul.

We've always been so
close you see.

Thanks anyway, if Paul
does turn up--

- I'll get him to get in
touch with you straightaway.

- Thank you.

- I tell you there's something
creepy about that Curry girl.

I can't pin it down, but
there's something creepy.

You know what I mean.

- You can check if you
like but I don't think

I've overlooked anything.

That's right Dave, I'm
throwing you out.

What you do is your business.

But where you do it, is mine.

I want you out.

- Aw come on Tim, you're crazy.

- I mean it Dave!

Out!

- Hey Tim.

Tim I've got a good thing
going right now.

I've got my stuff out
of hock, I've got a car.

I paid you back
everything haven't I.

- Oh great, fine.

Just do it somewhere else,
alright.

- Okay.

Okay.

- If she phones here again Dave.

I intend telling her the truth.

- Don't worry Tim, I'm
almost through.

Another week, that should be it.

Then I'll just move on.

That's all I intended anyway.

Mustn't push your luck too far,
huh Tim?

- Moving in?

- Now, don't knock it.

You're going to get very
preferential treatment.

My partner's minding the store.

Helen it's the best
possible thing.

- Are you sure it's right?

- Well of course I'm sure.

I'm the doctor aren't I.

I know what's best.

You see Helen, these next few
days are absolutely crucial.

I've got to be close to observe.

Now give it a few days, a
week at the most

and I am certain that I can
cure you once and for all.

As far as the expense,
we'll discuss that later.

Anyway, what's money
compared with one's health?

You do have a room for
me, don't you Helen?

- Of course we have.

An empty room just
along from mine.

I think it's an excellent idea.

- Fine, fine, then it's settled.

- Goodnight Helen.

- Make him go Ann.

I don't want him here.

- Darling, it's for you.

It's in your interest.

Now come on, try and
get some sleep.

- I want him to go.

- Well why are you so
frightened of him?

- I'm not frightened of him.

- Well what then?

Who?

- Good night.

- Good night.

(ominous music)

- Ann.

Just having a nightcap,
care to join me?

Definitely the best part
of the day huh?

- Mmm.

- How is she?

- Still awake.

But I think she'll sleep.
(sighing)

- You were out riding today.

- You know I was.

- Yes.

Did Helen mention any
callers today.

A man named O'Hara for instance?

- No, why?

- Don't know, he was
supposed to come by today

and Helen said she
hadn't seen him.

Definitely the best
part of the day.

You know it certainly
isn't hereditary.

- What do you mean?

- Well your sister is,
a bit mixed up.

But you, you're calm,
you're normal.

- Normal!

- Now, now, I wasn't suggesting
that she's, you know.

But Ann, you must admit
she is neurotic.

- Yes, she takes after
mother I'm afraid.

Mother was alright, she wasn't,

I mean she was just nervous,
anxious.

And some of that anxiety
rubbed off on the both of us.

She so desperately
wanted us to be married.

Settled before she died.

I might have made it, I suppose.

I was 18.

But, Helen.

She was still a child.

If you're sensitive and
receptive like Helen.

Things like that can affect you.

- I've said it before.

You don't have to worry
about being let on the shelf.

(moaning)

(clock striking midnight)

(ominous music)

(Dave laughing)

Well it has to be vampires.

(Ann laughing)

Or else I just flung my hand out

and caught it on the nightstand.

- That's more likely.

- Listen, did you
rustle me up a nag.

- What?

- I seem to recall we had
a date to go riding today.

- I'll ask at the stables
today and see what they say.

- Alright.

Good morning Helen.

And it is a good morning,
isn't it?

And doctor's orders are

that you should get out
and enjoy it.

But first, eat a good breakfast.

What are all the
black clothes for?

Somebody die?

- Yes.

You didn't remember!

- Yes, as a matter
of fact I did.

- And you don't care!

- Helen it is more than
14 years now.

It's morbid.

- You're not going then?

- No, I'm not going.

I'm sorry.

- What is going on Ann?

- Today...

It's the anniversary of
mother's death.

Helen's going out to the grave.

- Ah.

- Don't you think as her
doctor, you ought to go--

- Oh yes!

Yes you're right, thank you Ann.

(ominous music)

- What happened?

She came in, went straight
up to her room.

Now she won't even open
the door, won't talk to me.

What happened?

- Somebody's vandalized
your mother's grave.

- What!

- Well somebody took
an ax to it and just--

- Who'd do a thing like that?

- I don't know.

- No wonder she was
upset, I would have been.

Have you reported it?

Will they be able to do
anything about it?

- Look Ann.

I'm going to go back into town.

Just, just leave her
alone for a while.

I'll be back later.

(doorbell buzzes)

- Alright, I'm coming.

No, I'm so--

- I've got to talk to you Tim.

- What about?

Stealing old ladies wheelchairs.

Dave I've told you--

- Alright, alright, okay.

I'm a louse, I'm the lowest
form of life and you hate me.

Just the same you're the only
friend I've got in London.

The only real friend.

- The cops chasing you.

- No!

- The medical board?

- I just want to talk
to you Tim, that's all.

- Alright, five minutes.

Just five.

Then I have to get ready, cause
I've got a date with Susie.

Of course, you remember
Susie, your ex meal ticket.

Yes, well I'm taking her
out to dinner tonight

and I'm paying the bill.

- I may have gotten in a
little deeper than I thought.

- What?

- Well this Helen Curry, this
lady could really be sick.

- That shouldn't worry a
qualified psychiatrist like you

- Oh come on Tim, I'm serious.

There's just too many things
out there that don't add up.

The hat.

The gravestone.

She might be dangerous.

I mean she could really
be dangerous.

- Nobody could be as
dangerous as you Dave.

- Yeah, you're right Tim.

I don't see any real
need to worry.

- You think Helen smashed
up the grave, don't you?

- Maybe?

- If she did, she is very,
very sick.

Perhaps we should
consult a hospital.

- No, that won't be
necessary Ann.

Now there's nothing about
this case that I can't handle.

You believe that don't you?

- I want to.

- No, what I had in mind
is a short spell away.

A controlled environment.

I can fix it up for around
the end of the week.

Now it's going to be
very expensive

and I want the sum in advance--

- Look it doesn't matter, as
long as Helen is well again,

- Then there's no problem.

There's no problem at all.

(sighing)

- Isn't it unusual for Mr.
O'Hara to go off like this.

- Hasn't happened before.

But there's always a first time.

- Thanks anyway.

- Only way I could
convince you he isn't here.

- Hasn't he got any family.

No one I could phone.

- Mr. O'Hara lives alone miss.

Nobody to care about him.

- You're wrong.

I care about him.

(laughing)

- Whoa!

You know you ride
better than you walk

and you walk beautifully.

- I almost started
before I could walk.

That was father.

He rode hounds, championships.

Spent half his life
in the saddle

and the other half
wishing he could be.

- You know it's the first time

you've ever mentioned
your father.

You were his favorite
weren't you?

He was yours?

You preferred him to
your mother.

- Now that's unfair.

- But you did.

- He was free.

No hangups.

- What happened to him?

- He ran off with another woman.

It was inevitable.

He's dead now.

I thought you were here
to observe Helen.

Shouldn't we--

- All doctors have their own
methods and their own ethics.

- Aren't you being
terribly unethical?

(moaning)

(ominous music)

(shrieking)

(phone ringing)

- Double two, one, six.

- [Helen] Is Dr. Porton there?

- I'm sorry.

- I need to talk to him.

I thought he might have
come back to his office.

Is he there?

- No, there is no Dr.
Porton here.

- [Helen] But, I have
to speak to him.

It's very important.

I just had another dream--

- This is Miss um, Miss
Curry isn't it?

- [Helen] Yes.

- Well look Miss Curry.

In a way I'm glad you called.

It really has been
bothering me--

- [Helen] Is Dr. Porton there?

- Look I said there was no Dr.
Porton here

and that is fact.

Miss Curry, I hate to have
to tell you this but--

- Helen's jealous of you.

Well, she would be if she knew.

- What does that mean?

- Free consultation.

You're very flip about a patient

you're supposed to be treating.

- Am treating.

I take it seriously.

Everybody's got to
unwind sometime.

- Sometime.

You sound like my father.

He would have said
something like that.

We ought to be getting back.

(ominous music)

(laughing)

- You want me to give you a
hand bedding the horses down.

- No thanks.

I enjoy it.

- Well I wouldn't want to
deprive you of any enjoyment.

My aim is to provide.

(ominous music)

- What's wrong?

- Ann do you have any idea
who this hat belongs to?

It says J.O'Hara on the band.

- Then that's who it belongs to.

- But how did it get here?

- I should have thought
that was obvious.

Mr. J. O'Hara brought it
here on his head.

- Hello Helen.

You nice and rested.

It's a beautiful evening out.

- I know, I'm going for a walk.

- Would you like me
to come along?

- No.

No, I prefer to be alone.

- Alright, I'll see you
at dinner then.

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

Oh.

Oh Susie.

Yes, I did.

No look, look I'm sorry
I can't make it tonight.

Well for a start I've still
got some work to finish

and well the other reasons Dave.

No, no, he hasn't been
borrowing money.

It's just well I feel
I've let him down rather.

Yeah, okay, I know he
deserves it.

But that's how I feel.

Yeah.

Well I don't know yet.

Yeah, I'll ring you tomorrow.

Yeah, bye.

(ominous music)

- Helen?

Helen.

Look all I want to do is help,
that's all.

Helen, you're a lot sicker
than either one of us thought.

Helen I can help you, I can.

I promise.

I can help Helen.

(Dave screaming)

(doorbell rings)

(doorbell rings)

(clock chimes)

- Miss Curry?

Miss Curry?

Miss Curry.

Miss Curry!

(ominous music)

Miss Curry.

(dramatic music)

Miss Curry.

- What are you doing in my room?

- I'm sorry.

I rang the bell several times

but I couldn't make
anybody hear.

Then I saw light.

- And let yourself in, why?

- I was looking for you.

But not just for you.

O'Hara's disappeared.

O'Hara, you remember, the
detective I told you about.

He hasn't been back
to his office.

O'Hara and Paul.

That's two men who
haven't been seen

since they came to this house.

- I told you I haven't
seen this man.

- You didn't perhaps,
what about your sister?

- Ann?

No she hasn't seen him either.

- I'd like her to tell me that.

- No!

- [Sally] But Miss Curry.

- I won't have you
bothering her.

I won't have her disturbed--

- She might know something.
- I won't.

- She might help.

- I promised her, my mother.

I promised her, the
day she died.

You can't break a
deathbed promise.

Ann doesn't know, she
never told Ann.

I was her favorite you see.

Even though you're the
youngest, you must promise me

to take care of Ann, to
look after her.

She made me promise.

Mommy.

You've no right to be here.

- I rang the bell several times.

- I was out, walking.

That's where I was, walking.

Round and round the garden
to make sure it's all neat.

I take care of
everything you see.

Inside, outside.

See how it shines.

I take such good, good
care of everything.

Please go now.

- I still haven't
seen your sister.

- I told you.

- Well if you won't speak to me,

she'll have to talk
to the police.

- Police!

- Yes, I intend calling
them about O'Hara and Paul.

- I can't let you do that.

- Can't let me!

- I can't! I can't!

- I'm sorry.

- Please!

You'd better talk to her then.

She's in the cellar.

Through there.

- Alright.

(ominous music)

(doorbell rings)

- No!

- [Tim] Miss Curry?

- [Sally] No.

- Miss Curry, you don't know me.

I'm a friend of Dave's.

Or at least I was.

Anyway look, I'm afraid
I've let everyone down

rather badly and I'd
like to explain.

Is he still here?

Miss Curry?

Miss Curry, maybe you
don't know him as Dave.

He was posing as a doctor, a Dr.
Porton.

(Dave screaming)

(dramatic music)

(Ann laughing maniacally)

- I'll look after her,
I promise.

- As I see it.

This all started
with the mother.

She was obviously unstable.

And equally obviously, she
recognized this instability

in her daughters,
particularly Ann.

Which is why she extracted
this promise from Helen

to take care of her sister.

Well, Helen kept that promise
and went far beyond it.

When Ann m*rder*d Paul Kirby,
m*rder*d him

because he was walking out
on her, just as her father

had done on her mother
when Ann was a child.

Helen, not only
concealed the body,

she also assumed her
sister's guilt.

She took the burden of
m*rder from Ann's shoulders

and placed it
squarely on her own.

She did this so utterly
and completely

that she actually made
herself believe

she had m*rder*d Paul Kirby.

But her mind couldn't take it

and that's when the
dreams started.

Then Ann m*rder*d O'Hara
and the collapse began.

Crazy.

- What's going to
happen to them?

- Well, I think given time,
Helen can become a normal,

healthy girl again.

But Ann...

- And what about him?

- We counted nearly 200
knife wounds on him.

Wounds which hardly
broke the skin.

But they broke him.

His courage, his psyche,
his mind.

In my opinion, he's going
to be in psychiatric care

for a long, long time.

(ominous music)